User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-7256067-20111023164519/@comment-4512067-20111023171604

''The weasel corsair freezes, feeling the eyes of the squirrel upon her. She slides into the sand dune silently, hoping the creature hadn't seen her properly. The ferret notches an arrow to his bow, ignoring the disappearance of his shipmate as he aims the deadly missile for the throat of teh mouse at the fire''